Rural Doctor Enters the City: Whoever Touches My Wife, I’ll Take Them Down!
Chapter 872: Beibei is Captured!

Chapter 872: Chapter 872: Beibei is Captured!

Elsewhere.

Inside the underground prison of Shenwu Hall, the chief shaman was bound to a pillar with specially made chains.

After a night, he finally came to.

As the chief shaman woke up, he saw Yang Shiwu and Sun Ling standing in front of him.

The chief shaman said with a face full of anger and resentment:

"Sun Ling, I can’t believe you dare do this to me. The tribe will never let you go."

Sun Ling, with a stern face, stepped forward and slapped the chief shaman across the face.

The chief shaman screamed miserably from the slap, but it only fueled his rage even more.

"You dare to strike me!!!"

Sun Ling said coldly:

"It seems you still don’t recognize the situation you’re in."

"You are now nothing more than a captive."

"If you want to live, spill everything about the tribe’s recent affairs."

Fury was nearly shooting out of the chief shaman’s eyes.

"Sun Ling, you traitor to our tribe, you deserve to die!"

"You think I’ll divulge the tribe’s secrets? No chance. I warn you, you’d better release me quickly, otherwise, you’ll die a horrible death."

Sun Ling sneered:

"Do you think your threats will scare me when you’re tied up here?"

"Sun Ling, you don’t really believe that the tribe only sent me out, do you?"

"I’m telling you, for years the tribe has been laying out plans to find the ’Witch God bloodline’, including agents within Qin State. When I came here, I already contacted that person. If anything happens to me, they will definitely take action."

"If he makes his move, not only you but everyone related to you will die."

Hearing this, Sun Ling’s eyebrows furrowed and she immediately asked:

"There are others from the tribe in Qin State? Who? Where?"

Malice flickered in the eyes of the chief shaman.

"Do you think I’ll tell you?"

"Sun Ling, what you need to do right now is to release me immediately and hand over the ’Witch God bloodline’, and I might spare your life for your ’great service’."

If it had been before yesterday, Sun Ling would have been very wary of the chief shaman’s threats.

But now, she has Zhou Yu behind her.

Zhou Yu has already made it clear that he will help her, so Sun Ling has no fear.

She sneered and slapped him two more times without holding back.

Slap slap—

Sun Ling did not pull her punches with these two slaps.

The chief shaman’s teeth were smashed, and blood kept spewing from his mouth.

"Do you really think I’m afraid of your threats?"

"Let me tell you, you’d better confess honestly, or I’ll make you experience the feeling of watching your own body being eaten away bit by bit by the gu insects."

Hearing Sun Ling’s words, the chief shaman roared:

"You wouldn’t dare!!!!"

Sun Ling sneered.

"It seems you won’t cry until you see your coffin."

As she spoke, Sun Ling took out a gu insect, ready to act.

But just then, Sun Ling’s phone suddenly rang.

Sun Ling took out her phone and saw it was an encrypted number. She frowned slightly before answering the call.

The next moment, an icy voice came through the phone.

"Sun Ling, if you want your disciple to stay alive, come to the place I specify immediately and bring the chief shaman alone."

"If you haven’t arrived by nightfall, get ready to collect your disciple’s corpse!!!"

Before Sun Ling could react, she heard a terrified cry from the other end of the phone.

"Let me go!!!!"

"Whimper—"

Sun Ling immediately recognized the voice—it was her disciple, Tang Beibei.

"Beibei..."

Sun Ling shouted anxiously.

That mocking voice came through again on the phone.

"Time is of the essence, don’t play any tricks."

After that, the call ended.

Immediately afterward, Sun Ling received an address on her phone.

At that moment, Yang Shiwu hurriedly asked:

"Elder Sun, what happened?"

Sun Ling’s complexion was ugly.

"Hall Master, my disciple Beibei has been kidnapped. The other party wants me to exchange her for the chief shaman. I have to go immediately."

Hearing this, a look of ecstatic joy appeared on the face of the chief shaman.

"Hahaha..."

"What did I tell you, Sun Ling, the people of our tribe already know I’m with you, release me quickly!"

Sun Ling’s face darkened with anger, and she kicked the chief shaman hard in the abdomen.

"Ah—"

The chief shaman let out another miserable cry.

And in the moment the chief shaman opened his mouth to scream, Sun Ling flicked her finger and a gu insect was shot directly into his mouth.

The chief shaman’s face changed dramatically.

"What is this thing?"

Sun Ling said icily:

"This is the Corpse Rotten Gu I’ve been nurturing carefully. If anything happens to my disciple, I’ll make your body rot away."

The chief shaman’s face turned pale, full of anger, but he no longer dared to provoke Sun Ling.

Sun Ling turned to Yang Shiwu and said decisively:

"Hall Master, I must take the chief shaman to rescue my disciple."

Yang Shiwu said gravely.

"You’re going alone?"

"No, absolutely not."

"Let me accompany you."

Sun Ling pulled Yang Shiwu aside and spoke in a low voice:

"Hall Master, you can’t go. They must have laid a trap on their end. This situation, I fear, can only be solved by Mr. Zhou."

"Please go inform Mr. Zhou and tell him about this. Also, if I don’t return, I implore Mr. Zhou to save my disciple Beibei at any cost."

Saying this, Sun Ling took off a black bracelet from her wrist.

"If Mr. Zhou needs to go to our tribe, he must take this bracelet with him; it will be very useful."

Yang Shiwu knew they couldn’t be reckless at this critical moment, so he took the items, saying.

"Elder Sun, take care of yourself no matter what."

Sun Ling nodded and then dragged the chief shaman out.